Bryan Thao Worra
Bryan Thao Worra Poems
- Our Dinner With Cluster Bombs Our pilot packs a ...
- A Crime In Xieng Khouang Someone stole my boots from A ...
- No Regrets Maybe one day, A page will be found, A song ...
- E Pluribus Unum Youa tells me a story over the hot hibachi: ...
- Aliens We turn our dishes to Heaven, but What manner of ...
- Padaek Speak to me of padaek And some poor ba ferments, ...
- New Myths Of A Northern Land "Dream, " I said, ...
Bryan Thao Worra was born in 1973 in
Vientiane, Laos during the Lao civil
war. He came to the US at six months
old, adopted by a civilian pilot flying
in Laos. In 2003, he reunited with his
biological family after 30 years during
his first return to Laos.
An award-winning writer, his work appears in numerous international anthologies, magazines and ... more »
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Our Dinner With Cluster Bombs
Our pilot packs a Makarov
Flying into the outskirts
Of the old province capitol
Long since delivered to kingdom come.
It‟s bleak, this once-thriving home of ours
Now just a pile of broken jars
Serenading the paint chips and charred spars
Of the human spirit.
Our hotel is ringed with bomb-tails
And inert Browning machine guns from distant days
It‟s all the rage in décor.
The markets of carcass thrive because
There is no refrigeration to speak of:
Power fails them here, except from 5 to 11
When coincidentally, the ...